Blurb: Raph lives by a code. Do not mess with the victim, but what is a monster hunter supposed to do with a woman like Bette? Bette Spencer’s life has been shattered by tragedy not once, but…
I’m putting up the whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.
His camera was set up. If only he could see Sarah’s face when she opened the email, but he’d just have to be content with imagining his revenge. He’d pay the geisha if he had too, he opened the door to his room and stepped aside, letting Miss Asia in. As she brushed past him her shoulder grazed his chest. Her skin was bitter cold, chilling him through his jacket sleeve. A shiver crawled down his spine. He couldn’t explain the fist that closed his throat. He hadn’t been with any woman but Sarah for fifteen years. He expected to be nervous, but scared?
To my regular readers, sorry I was absent last week. I’m prepping for a horse show so I’m stupidly busy. I’ll try not to miss a week again until this chapter is complete.
To new visitors, I’m putting up the whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.
His geisha stroked his arm with her arctic fingers.
“You think I’m pretty,” she said.
He glanced down at her and frowned. Onna, if that was her name, seemed to have a bit of an obsession. Or maybe they were the only English words she knew? God, what if she was a whore and expected him to pay for this? She better not ask for money before he’d fucked her. After, he could just throw her out. Before and he might have to pay, just so he could get in her tight little body.
Well I have exciting news. I’ve had a third book accepted for publication. Totally Entwined Group will be publishing my urban fantasy Black Aggie sometime in the near future. Watch this space for updates.
A little more from my current WIP, Sundown and Sorrow.
But really? What did just happen? Not something she was willing to look at, that’s for sure. She followed them down the narrow stairs, trying very hard not to notice the way his dark hair curled around his nape. Was she attracted to Gabe’s baby bother? No way. Except she was having a hard time keeping her eyes off his broad shoulders and narrow hips. Jesus his ass looked good in those jeans. Okay so maybe she was a bit attracted to him, hell there was a lot to like. It’s not like she could do anything about it even if he hadn’t been Gabe’s kid brother
I was filling out a questionnaire for a woman who is hosting me on her blog this morning. One of the things she wanted to know was where do my characters come from. This got me thinking. They become so strong in my mind, so vivid, so where do they come from? What springs them to life?
After brewing that for a while I realized that it’s usually a single image that gives birth to them. This makes sense. In my life before writing I was a visual artist, so it’s not surprising that my characters are conceived visually.
While a single image may spark the character, it’s not often about what they look like, so much as an energy, a sense of who the character is that is portrayed within the photograph. I thought you might be interested in the images and what it is about them that have given birth to my characters.
So here they are.
This was the seed image for the Heroine of Lunacy and the Vampire. It was a combination of her regal air and the cool distance in her posture that is at the root of Luna’s personality. Her dark boho style didn’t hurt either and gave birth to the general look of the Beanne Sidhe species.